You pull your phone out of your pocket, glancing back and forth between the screen and the hallway around you.
When Inez passes you, you say quickly, "Excuse me, can you help me?"
A small frown crosses her lips and then just as quickly disappears. "What do you need?"
"I'm supposed to meet Professor Brantley at his office," you say. You point to the number on the classroom door she's just come out of. "Room 125."
"Well, that's not a professor's office."
"Apparently not."
"What building?"
"Donaldson."
"Sorry – never heard of it," she says. She shrugs and disappears into the crowd.
You watch her go, feeling like an idiot. The fact of the matter is that it's been so long since you've asked anyone out that you have no idea how to do it anymore. But you've got all the time in the world, of course – literally – so there's no reason to stop trying. You jump back sixty seconds into the hallway full of people, half of them already texting someone on their phones.
Inez appears. You decide to
Or you can think better of it, deciding instead to